I have a hard time coming to grips with reality when the Spurs lose, especially after their 20 game streak last season. Things just don't seem to be right in the world. Although I fully understand that a team is going to drop some here and there over the course of an 82 game season, I still always have a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea of another team defeating our guys. It just doesn't make sense! Here is a poem dedicated to the miserable feeling we must endure until the inevitable next victory:
When the Silver and Black take the court
We expect a win and nothing short.
But on the atypical night when the scoreboard betrays our guys,
I fear the heavens will begin to throw bricks from the skies.
"This cannot be, I'm seeing things wrong.
We are the Spurs, it must be the bong!"
"What's this L doing here in the coulmn?
They never lose, I swore it my solemn!"
It seems an angry god the loss did awake,
The mountains, they rumble, and the ground, it shake!
Just when the first brick seems to descend,
The Silver & Black win, and all wrongs mend.